#OC: Joyce

[cozytopia]

[feeshies]

With Veilguard coming out, I thought I'd doodle what some of my protagonists would look like now

[vivacias]

blackout design notes

[moonknightproductions]

Anyways here's my Art Fight card!

https://artfight.net/~moonknightpro

[cryptidcodes]

Characters from one of my horror stories that I'd translated into a one-shot campaign for some friends.

[theghostparty]

just a firbolg gal and her toadstool hat

[door-insurance]

Chasemarsh x pricefield double date: game night (mario kart)

BONUS -

Joyce and Sinclair (victoria's mom) are bonding over their daughters mario kart beef

sinclair is my original character

i go more in details here

[crushribbons]

𝖈𝖗𝖚𝖘𝖍𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 (𝖓𝖔. 𝖎𝖎𝖎)

prompt: [TEACH] receiver is sexually inexperienced and approaches sender to ask them to teach them and help them get more experience after a bad date. (source)

char: don hume [the boys in the boat] x fem!oc

warnings: SMUT (18+ ONLY), oral (m. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), public-ish sex, uncharacteristically bold don, not enough sex for how much lead in there is 😭, unedited. this is a work of fiction about the character portrayed in tbitb and not affiliated at all with the actual historical figure (like duh)

She flopped down into her seat at the gigantic library table so hard that the dozen or so books scattered across its surface jumped. So did its occupants: a dozing Bobby Moch, dewy-eyed Joyce Simdars and Joe Rantz, who never pulled their foreheads apart or stopped giggling, a frenetic Chuck Day, and a bemused Don Hume. The latter sprang to his feet and began clearing a space for her to throw her arms out dramatically in front of her and bury her face in them with a groan.

"So, the date went well?" Joyce asked, finally peeling her gaze away from the blonde who's fingers her diamond-clad hand was entangled with. Her friend hushed her, face still hidden.

"Please, I don't want to hear even a word from an engaged person right now."

"That bad?" Joe laughed.

"Worse."

She pulled her head up and saw Don Hume looking at her with a humiliating amount of sympathy. He hardly ever spoke to her, but then, he hardly ever spoke to anyone. But he did other things, little things like holding doors or clearing a spot at study tables for her, that made her wonder if maybe he wanted to speak to her more. "When he went to kiss me good night, I missed his mouth and his teeth hit my cheek and it was just..." She buried her face in her arms again. The happy couple chuckled but Joyce reached across the table to rub her forearm.

"Don't worry! It's always awkward like that at first! You'll get into a rhythm–" Bobby Moch jerked awake, head flying off the hand that was supporting it, and cried, "Wh-?! Y'heard him, get into a rhythm, boys!" Joe and Joyce exchanged a very parental glance that said We better get this one to bed and gathered their things. Bobby looked ready for Joe to scoop him into his arms and carry him to bed, but the three of them bade the rest goodbye as they drifted out of the library and towards the boys' dorms. Chuck, who hadn't heard a word said the entire time, too terrified of his impending economics exam the following morning, trailed behind them while still reading from a dog-eared textbook.

Don didn't move. He also didn't speak, his sight fixed on the book in front of him that she hadn't seen him turn the page of once yet. She smiled at him and his eyes widened before a wobbly one was returned to her.

They sat in comfortable silence for a few more minutes. She picked through one of the foreign language volumes Chuck had left behind (the title read Advanced Economics II) but couldn't distract herself from the pit of embarrassment in her stomach over the awkward date she'd just endured. She sighed.

"Y–mm." Don had started talking, then stopped himself just as quickly.

"What?" she asked. She cherished the few times she could remember Don eeking out a few words in her presence. His forehead was the color of a brick.

He cleared his throat and tried again. "I'm, um, I'm sure that your date wasn't all as bad as you're thinking," he murmured, eyes still glued to the history text in front of him. Don's voice was so soft, low, even. The frustration she felt over the awful evening started ebbing away. She pushed away her book.

"It certainly was, Mr. Hume, but I appreciate your attempt to lighten my mood," she responded with a grin, and Don huffed a tiny laugh under his breath, at last looking up at her.

His eyes twinkling, he asked, "It was that kid who sits in the front row for English Lit?" When she nodded, he chuckled again. "His voice bugs me. And always with the hand." Don mimed the way her date raised his hand in their shared lecture, hopping a little in his seat and wiggling his fingers to make it clear just how much he knew the answer. She laughed until tears formed in her eyes, not just at the impression, but at the ever stoic man performing it.

Don looked positively giddy that he had cheered her up, a smile creasing the corners of his eyes. A gorgeous smile, she thought, a little dreamy, as they continued chatting about other irritating characters in their classes. It wasn't until the student charged with the night shift at the library came over to tell them he was going home, and that they should lock the front doors behind them when they left that they realized just how long they'd been talking.

At some point, Don had moved seats to sit beside her, and she didn't know when, but their jackets had also been removed. Her knee was pressing into his thigh while he regaled her with a terrible date of his own.

"...and there's her father, waiting for us on the front step, with an actual shotgun," Don finished, and she doubled over.

"You're lying!"

"I wish." A rueful smile wrinkled his button nose. When she recovered from her hysterical laughter, another warm silence gradually fell between them. She was about to suggest they head home with reluctance when a ridiculous idea occurred to her. A preposterous idea.

But Don was looking at her expectantly and pieces of his black hair were falling in his eyes and his teeth were running across his lip, so she tried to feign nonchalance as she mused, "Too bad there isn't a way to get all this awkwardness out of the way before you go on the actual dates. I can't even kiss correctly. How long is that going to take me to get right?" She didn't look at Don, but she felt the leg that hers rested against stiffen.

When he spoke again, his voice was dry. "Yeah." He was fiddling the collar of his shirt like it was uncomfortable. It seemed his non-verbal tendencies were returning.

"Wish I could practice with someone."

She really couldn't have made it anymore obvious, but Don had never been good at finding the subtext in English literature, and he wasn't good at finding it here. "Yeah," he said again.

All the lights in the library save for the lamps on their table were off for the evening, but she could still see Don fidgeting in his chair. This wasn't going to be as easy as it had been to get a date with the hand-raiser.

She gasped, as if a lightbulb had suddenly illuminated itself above her head. "Hang on...what if we practiced, you know, together?" Don looked ready to fold in on himself. "It's fine if you don't want to!" she continued, not wanting to spook him.

"No!" he said quickly. "Practice is good. That's how we win races. Repetition is helpful, for me at least..." The excuse was flimsy and he knew it and she knew it. They stared at each other, trying to decide if this was as bad of an idea as it seemed. Don decided first. "Let's try."

The kiss was not at all awkward, and after they'd tentatively pressed their lips together and managed to make full contact there, Don reached for her neck and pulled her closer to him, so she was forced to climb into his lap. She couldn't stop the little sounds that leaked out of her while they pawed, increasingly feverish, at each other, but he drank them down so willingly that she stopped trying to after a while.

"We should practice more," he groaned when sucking a red mark below her ear made her press herself against the hard bulge in his pants.

"I could sure use it," she agreed after a cheeky bite of Don's lower lip made his fingers dig into the skin under her sweater, just above her ass.

If the night librarian had known that Don Hume was going to sweep several antique books off the study and throw an eager co-ed onto it, he probably wouldn't have given them free rein to close up the building whenever they wanted. But because he had, they took their time. Don admitted in a meek murmur that he'd never used his fingers on a woman before, and she graciously gave him a tutorial that left her legs shaking, her hand guiding his in and out of her cunt.

Don tried to smooth her clothes out after she came on his index and middle fingers and kiss her sweetly, but she wasn't finished studying yet.

Practice makes perfect, after all, she reasoned with herself as she sank to her knees in front of Don and unzipped his trousers. "A-are you sure?" he breathed, his hand ghosting over her head as if she'd snap to her senses if he spoke too loudly and leave him to deal with the erection she was now licking a stripe up by himself. "Ohh, fucking God." She took him as deeply into her mouth as she could, but she figured he must be quite a bit larger than the average man, because she could only cover about half his length. His cock was hard and pink and leaked onto her tongue when she swirled it over the tip. Don's hips bucked into her mouth and his hands finally tangled into her hair.

Don and her had run in the same friend circles for awhile now, but she'd never seen him be anything like this before; he whined, he whimpered, he fucked her mouth so desperately that she could hardly believe it was the same man who had, only an hour ago, been almost too shy to talk to her. "Shit, shit! Oh, God, okay, you've gotta stop," he moaned, and grabbed a hank of her hair, gently pulling her off him. Her lips gave a small pop around the head of his cock. "Christ, you definitely don't need more practice with that. I was so close to bus–" Don's mouth clamped shut and he looked at her with horror. "I'm sorry. That was so crass."

She hopped up on the table again and giggled at him. "It was also crass of you to finger me within an inch of my life, Hume. I'll allow it." Don grinned and she kissed him again, the tastes of both of them (because Don had needed no instruction for him to pop his slick-covered fingers into his mouth after he'd made her cum) mingling on her tongue.

"I need some help finding my way down here," he muttered as they kissed, his fingers pressing up into her exposed cunt again. Her skirt was pushed up around her waist, her panties pushed down around her ankles. Don's shirtsleeves were rolled, and she watched his forearm flex as he lazily circled her clit and gazed at her through a lusty stupor. "Could you draw me a map?"

"Y–fuck, Don!" He sunk one finger inside her and the cry that issued from her lips made him smile proudly. "Again?"

"Repetition is helpful for me," he repeated, before spreading her legs wide.

[plumbus-central]

doodle dump #9

im obsessed with drawing minnie in formal clothes recently lol

[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

Part 1 | . . . | Part 23 | Part 24 | Part 25

Once Joyce, Will, and Barb wake up, everyone gathers in the living room.

“Steve,” Joyce begins. “You and Robin have been through all of this before. We haven’t. So if there’s something you want us to do, we’ll do it. If there’s something we shouldn’t do, we won’t. My goal is to make this as easy as possibly for you.”

Steve opens his mouth to respond, just to shut it again when there’s a knock on the door. He furrows his brow and turns to Alli, who shakes her head. Neither of them are expecting anyone.

He motions for everyone to stay where they are and goes to open the door. “Chief,” he says. “How can I help you?”

“Steve,” Hopper nods. “Just checking in. Wanted to see how that game of yours was coming along.”

“Can you give me just a minute?” Steve asks in lieu of answer. Hopper shrugs, so Steve smiles, closes the door, and zeroes in on Robin. “Hop’s here.”

Robin blows a breath out. “Okay. Do we bring him in?”

Steve worries at his lip. “I think so. If nothing else, then for El.”

Robin hums. “Could be some extra firepower, too.”

“Exactly,” Steve nods, then looks at everyone gathered around. “Joyce and El, will you come with us? And Will or Barb, if either of you are feeling up to it, it could be helpful to have you there, too.”

“I’ll do it,” Barb says, waving off Nancy’s attempt at helping her stand.

Steve nods and waits until they’re all together before opening the door. “Mind if we all step out onto the porch?” He asks, already doing so.

He watches Hopper’s expression as he clocks everyone else walking out. His brows furrow at Barb and Robin and raise at Joyce, then his eyes narrow at El. “Harrington,” he says, eyes not leaving El, “you’d better have a good reason for harboring a wanted person.”

“A wante- she’s twelve!” Steve splutters, looking at Robin, surprised. She looks surprised too, and shrugs helplessly.

Hopper sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Of course she is.”

“Maybe it would be better if we let them explain,” Joyce suggests, so Hopper waves at Steve.

Together with Robin, they tell the story. Barb interjects occasionally, whenever she has something to add. Joyce and El stay silent, the latter hiding behind Steve just a little bit.

When they finish, Hopper pulls out a pack of smokes and taps one into his hand. “Hell,” he says, bringing it to his lips and lighting it. “The worst of it is I believe you.” He glances at El, still behind Steve, and sighs. “‘M not gonna turn you in, kid.”

Steve smiles and drapes an arm over her shoulders, letting her decide if she wants to keep hiding or not. “Thank you,” he tells Hopper.

Hopper nods. “So now you’re going back in there?” He asks. “To take care of this Vecna guy, for once and for all?”

“That’s the plan,” Steve agrees.

Hopper sighs again and looks at his cigarette, half-gone. “I already need another cigarette.”

Steve tamps down the laugh. He knows Hopper eventually buys from Eddie, but he doesn’t think it happens just yet. “We were just about to start planning,” he says instead. “Would you like to join us?”

Hopper considers it, then sighs before taking another long drag from his cigarette. “Might as well.” He gestures for Steve to lead the way back inside.

Once he’s in, Steve turns to watch Hopper’s face as he enters. He sees the surprise at the rest of the Party, and he sees Hopper’s mouth draw into a line when he sees Eddie.

He walks to Steve instead of making his way in. “What is Munson doing here?”

“He’s a part of this,” Steve says, in a tone that welcomes no argument. “He’s a friend.” He bites his tongue on the next words that want to come out, and looks around for Robin.

His eyes catch on Alli instead, and immediately she heads his direction.

“Hey, Chief!” She says happily. “How’re you doing?”

“Allison,” he nods. “How’re the folks?”

Her smile turns plastic. “I wouldn’t know, actually.”

At a loss, Hopper shuts his mouth and looks around, frowning at Will. “What-”

“He was in the Upside Down,” Steve says softly. “We’ve managed to save everyone this time, though.”

El tugs on Steve’s hand. “Benny.”

Steve shuts his eyes on a sigh. “Except Benny,” he amends, then opens his eyes when El tugs on his hand again.

“You’re doing good,” she insists, and Steve smiles, pulling her into a hug.

“Thanks, El.”

“You didn’t come back early enough,” she mumbles into his shoulder. “I didn’t bring you back early enough.”

He squeezes her a little tighter. “No blaming your future self,” he murmurs in her ear. “You’re doing good too, okay?”

“M’kay,” she agrees, smiling up at him before moving away to sit by Will.

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[killingjokez]

Spreading my girldad Joker propaganda

[saturday-byte]

Happy Walter Worker Wednesdayyy

This is uhhhh . Mostly a messy practice plus a whole ass design I think 💀 don't zoom on this . Not my best work but I'm trying to do something in digital for once

She belongs to @steamanband ! Sorry if the palette isn't what you had in mind I'm going off vibes

[feeshies]

tweaking her headmorph. got to make sure she looks like her dad

[vivacias]

if, like me, you had to manually import your rebirth stats to retribution, you may already be aware that failure to set your curse of choice results in sidestep swearing with “Oh no!” but if, like me, you get swept up in the story and don’t notice any awkwardness of dialogue til far too late, you might get completely blindsided by this and end up pissing your pants

[turbobyakuren]

OOMFIETOBER DAY 2

JOYCE

[brooklynisher]

*Coughs and dies*